A Portrait of Us

Behold a portrait of us, stripped down and laid bare, A skull standing in lonely solemnity, consumed by despair, No flesh or skin to cloak our anguish and pain, Just bone and memories left, only these remain. The fissures and furrows etched on its face, Tell tales of struggles we can never erase, Of battles fought, dreams left unfulfilled, Of hopes and aspirations buried, yet still. Yet amidst this starkness, there is beauty too, In the acceptance of all we've been through, In the strength and resilience that lies within, As we stand alone and confront our deepest fears and sins.

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